Okay, okay, okay. So I totally get the fact that Lifetime’s “How To Look Good Naked” is kind of a cheesy, mostly obvious self-empowerment show that is built upon the sad and horrible truth that our American culture glorifies extreme thinness and does not acknowledge that women come in all shapes and sizes and blah blah blah women’s studies flashback.
Regardless. I HEART CARSON KRESSLEY, the host of “How To Look Good Naked.” Sure, as the host, he is charged with taking women who hate their bodies and putting them through the somewhat well-worn self-esteem paces: taking them to a spa, helping them try on pretty, flattering dresses, getting strangers to give them compliments, etc. And yeah, as soon as the show starts, we all know how it’s going to end. The woman is going to cry and wipe tears from her face as she stares into the mirror and says, “I’ve just…wasted so much time…hating my body.” And Carson is going to cry and hug and cock his head in that sympathetic way. We all know it’s going to go that way. And we watch it anyway. We watch it because we know it’s going to go that way, and that’s why we love it.
And we love him. Why? Not only because he’s stylin’, smart, and sweet, but because he’s gay in that flaming gay way all straight women adore because it turns gay men into the catty, fun, crazy best pal we wish our female best friend actually was. He shows up in a horse drawn carriage, he pretends to be a monk at a day spa by throwing his robe over his head, he tosses fancy clothes from Ann Taylor on the floor without care. He charges down the street screaming, “Unite if you’re reading to turn body loathing into body loving!”
(By the way, in addition to his awesome work on “How To Look Good Naked,” he’s co-authored a children’s book with the best title ever, You’re Different and That’s Super, which teaches kids to accept others who may stand out from the crowd. Soooo sweet!)
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So…I know I could be reading Ms. or rereading Naomi Wolf’s The Beauty Myth. But whatever. It’s more pleasant and, I have to admit, just as affirming to watch Carson in action on Lifetime. Makes me want to take my clothes off and run around the house screaming, “I’m hot!” (Mr. Pop Rocks, are you reading this?) – Jennifer Mathieu